Where it happened: His house
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
There was a boy in my literature class at school who’d been interested in me. I really fancied him too, and we ended up in a fling of sorts. We were getting serious, but things just didn’t end up working out. One of his mates, who’d always sat next to him and been in our circle, had encouraged him to make his move. But this guy I’d fancied wasn’t really in a position for a relationship yet. We’d stopped communicating much and it was awkward. His mate from class, though, phoned me over the summer. We were all headed off to uni and it was his last chance to see me. Funny how he’d never been that direct with me before. There was nothing else to do so he kept skyping me at odd hours of the early morning and asking what I was doing. I know from my mates’ experiences, this sort of thing is indicative of more than just a friendship interest. When I finally agreed to go over to his house and watch a movie, I knew what might happen. I knew from some friends that he’d shagged a lot of girls at school and thought I was a catch. Even though I’d never been desperate to go with the first guy that came my way, I concluded anything we did would be worth a go. We watched Donny Darko or something, and he put his arm around me within the first five minutes. As the film got weirder, his hand moved to my trousers, and that’s when I asked him what he was doing. He said he’d always fancied me from afar and now that his mate was out of the picture, he could let me know. Granted he was good looking and decent. I liked his humour. I just mindlessly let him continue. He really turned me on, and it became harder to watch the film. We kissed, he removed my shirt and I removed his, and we both really wanted it. He put on a condom and entered on top of me. It almost stung at first and felt so odd, but I made sure not to act like the total virgin I was. I went with his rhythm and it ended up feeling great. His parents were gone, so we fucked for as long as it took to tire us out. He came on my leg toward the end. We both came, and i got used to it.I will admit our goodbyes were kind of rushed. I had to get back home on time, and he had to tidy up the sofa. Sitting on the bus home, I felt rather numb and my panties were uncomfortably wet. I thought I might have made a mistake deep down. It was hard to look back on our orgasms and realise that this might be recounted to all of his mates and mine via the inevitable grapevine. On winter holiday, the guy I’d fancied originally told me that his mate had shagged me as part of a large bet to see who could de-flower me before uni. Even though most of my closest friends had sex long before me, I couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a slag. Like I’d been used. It took a while to get over that, but the sex I now have with my boyfriend of two years is genuine.
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